Category: grandpa

These chairs must have been born in the 70’s. You don’t see fabric like that anymore. $12 each at the thrift store. Good condition and no need to repaint . . . at least not now. One-third yard of fabric

A well-placed mirror makes a room look bigger. A thrifted mirror in good condition is even better. A thrifted pedestal table can be cut down to make a wonderful coffee table. If Grandpa doesn’t live at your house, I

Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want

FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue

journal entry: Most of us remember childhood fun with our cousins. Some memories are brighter than others and some are better embellished or forgotten. They are generally memories of parties with family, big and small, birthday cakes, games, running, sleeping out and playing

journal entry: I have long had a favorite poem. It is titled Red Geraniums by Martha Haskell Clark. In its three verses is found a precious reminder. That reminder is to be thankful for everything, learn to enjoy simple things and

journal entry: Grandpa likes to leave the pumpkins on their vines until the last possible moment. This year, the weather stayed warm well into November but the pumpkins were ready in late September. The Grandchildren keep track of the

journal entry: So many stories can be told through the observation of work. Our grandchildren who live nearby have come to love Grandpa’s garden and the many things that grow in it. The summer is gone and so are

journal entry: Ahhhh. Chalkboards. All of the chalkboard frames were thrifted. Grandpa is the hero. He put them together. He said that he imagines that most Grandmas ask for “one of something” but I think in multiples. He is right.